Loved By Him - Tattooed Brides

“You expect me to believe that you’re a virgin too?” I ask, looking at his massive dick yet again. There’s no fucking way.

“You can believe whatever you want, but I don’t lie. I wouldn’t lie about that. When I slide my cock into you, it’ll be the only pussy I’ll ever fuck. Don’t you feel the connection between us, Mads? It was instant, as soon as you walked into my lecture hall. I could see our future clearly. You’ll be my only love, my wife, and the mother of my children.”

“I feel it,” I assure him. I’ve never thought about kids before, but if they are his kids, I want them.

“I knew you’d be trouble,” he says grinning. He crawls on the bed and presses his body down over mine. He kisses me, sealing our fates. I can feel his cock digging into the top of my pussy, seeking entrance. I shift my hips and wrap my legs around his waist. This is it. The moment I become a woman. No, that’s not right.

This is the moment I become his.

Chapter 3

Jim

Kissing her feels amazing. She’s amazing. She’s so responsive to my touch. I have no idea what the hell I’m doing, but I know the basic biology of it. Her wet pussy is touching the tip of my cock and I realize that I am not wearing a condom, not that I have one. Reaching between us, I line my cock up with her opening.

“I hear this might hurt,” I tell her, hoping it doesn’t.

“Who cares, Jimmy? I need you,” she says writhing underneath me. I push my hips forward and surge into her, balls deep. She gasps. “Worth it,” she says through clenched teeth. I kiss her again until she starts moving. Then I pull out of her and slide back in. Over and over, she meets me thrust for thrust. “I’m yours now,” she whispers filling me with a need like I’ve never known.

“Mads, I am going to fill your pussy up with my seed. You gotta tell me if you want me to pull out,” I somehow manage to say, my back tingles intensely as I feel my release rising. I don’t know that I’ll actually be able to, but I’ll damn sure try my hardest if that’s what she wants. Instead, her legs tighten around my waist. Guess she wants my seed.

“Don’t you dare,” she warns. Her pussy flutters around my cock. “Jimmy!” she screams. “I’m gonna come,” she chants over and over. Her pussy gets tighter and tighter.

“Good girl,” I say as I fill her. I keep fucking into her until her pussy stops clenching around me. I collapse on top of her. Instead of pushing me away, she wraps her arms around me.

“Wow,” she breathes.

“Agreed,” I say chuckling.

“I am going to need much, much, much more of that,” she says giggling. I lean up so that I am looking down at her flushed face.

“It’s all yours, Mads. Every last drop.” she smiles and upturns her lips for me to kiss. I do so, savoring her again. Memorizing her. “I am not nearly done,” I say placing open mouth kisses on her tits, pulling her left nipple into my mouth then the right. I move my kisses down her body. When I reach her pussy, I can see my seed leaking out of her, so I shove two fingers inside of her to keep it where it belongs. She groans in pleasure. I flick my tongue across her clit and bring her to orgasm that way. Pure caveman instinct flows through my veins as she buries her hands in my hair, which has come loose from its tie.

“My, my, my Professor. You have a wicked tongue,” she breathes, making my dick hard as a rock again. At this moment, I know that I will never get enough of her. I wasn’t kidding when I said she was it for me.

“The better to eat you with you,” I tell her moving back up her body. I flip us over so that she is on top now. Her tits sway erotically as she rises up and slides her tight pussy down the length of my cock. I growl as each inch is pushed inside of her. I can’t seem to get close enough to her. When she is fully seated, she begins to move. Up, down, even side to side. I rise to meet her every move. It all feels amazing. Mind blowing. Philosophical even. I finally understand the poets and philosophers who did remarkable things in the name of a woman. I always thought they were crazy, but now I know. I know the secrets. What is between a man and a woman could never be explained in ancient texts, it can only be experienced. I have never been gladder that I waited. Somehow, I know it’s her. This experience could never be like this with someone else. Eventually, I can’t tell where I end, and she begins. It’s a blur of skin on skin.